Awaiting a Soldier’s Return

Sewing a peony on the silken kerchief
I think of your single-lidded eyes
What delights do they behold?
Rolling vales misted beneath the mountain
Shadows veiling the moon on a cold autumn night
A candle wavering in the room above the inn
Smelling faintly of smoke and plum wine
Or perhaps, you only seek the end of a long road
Your body swaying in the saddle on the way home


Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at

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